Novel & Cerita Scythe Book Characters

I don’t really have an issue with Feodor but if he stands in the way of me and Lilith I will have no problem ripping his heart out. “Then I will call Tyler…” she continues underestimating me. She is going with the big guy now. Did she really want to hurt me? I suppose in her mind I was the villain now and as Tyler is about twice my size she probably thinks he would be able to hurt me. The winning smile on her face fades when I cross my arms waiting for her to call her bluff. “Then I will call the scary scar face guy.” With the mention of Vadim there was a flash in her eyes and if I wasn’t this close to her I might have missed it. She was scared of him and she should be. He was a sick psychop

Kyle saw her and his eyes widen a bit as he now raised his own sword to block her own, but Kyra brought down the sword with such power that it cut his sword into half. Kyle was shocked and he looked at his sword, and then at Kyra in wonder. In that moment, he moved his eyes and looked at the trail of dead bodies, and he knew indeed that she was the death warrior. Bathilda got hit and she fell on her knees, groaning weakly and her body in severe pains. She looked towards Kyra and saw her fighting Kyle, the one they needed to take down. Seeing how they had managed to wipe every vampire of his coven, she knew in the end, it would be a fight between the two leaders, and then the vampire she was

He had explained nonchalantly, "She's just an intern from work. She knows nothing about the world and is always curious. So I'd show her around." I didn't argue, nor did I question him. I simply nodded. "Okay." The young woman, unbothered, held onto his arm with a bright, sweet smile. There was a glint of challenge in her eyes. "You must be Esther Wilder. Tristan's told me about you." She was glowing. It was clear that Tristan was doting on her. Later, I looked her up. Her name was Chloe Murray. She was 21 years old, with a beautiful face and an outgoing personality.

He pushed her to the ground and suffocated her with his black mists, "Oh, Hanabi, here I thought you're great. You're only great at creating this trap... No, this tomb especially made just for you~" ' Hanabi? Is that the host's name? ' K Whatever focused was in the name. With a lot of curiosity, information is much more important than getting suffocated by a black marshmallow. The evil spirit started to bend down and was about to suck her soul when K Whatever felt the heat under her coat. She took it out and aimed it at him. The evil spirit was stunned... to see a kiddie-sized cartoon character scissors in her hand, "Pft! You call that a scythe?! Fuwahahaha!"

Not that Lucas didn't see the rest of the pack as family, but, the bond between him and Lyle was different. "Lyle's name is Actually Carlyle, but, he hates been called that. Only few people he's close to, knows that. But, he just simply likes been called Lyle." I said. "woah, Like The Carlyle in Twilight?" Byron asked, surprised. "yeah, except, this Carlyle is a werewolf, and not a vampire." Jessie added. They all laughed, except Freya. " Who is she then? And how does she know he's Carlyle? " she tried to keep her voice pleasant, but, even she could hear the edge of irritation. She hated Lyle been close to another woman.

Alex had already met him, so it wouldn’t be difficult to win him over. The other was called Kenneth Sunder, nicknamed Magic Hand. He was a miracle thief, light and frivolous in nature. The third was Freya Mayer, and he was an exorcist. Rumor had it that he was a descendent of the Exorcist Dragons. The last one was one of the Drifters, called Zayne York.

I heard the squeak of his shoes as they frantically scraped against the ground, and my eyes searched the shadows in front of him, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. As if on cue, another man stepped from the darkness, his hand wrapped around my attacker’s throat. All I could really make out was long, nearly white hair, shining in the moonlight…one blink of my eyes, and the scene changed: And now it appeared that the two were embracing. Except, that wasn’t quite right…

I repeated her. "Yes, Hyun Ki. Did you forget that Lord Inferno has a soul weapon in the form of a black scythe that can take out the spirit of life. I read about it in your personal library." Aphrodite explained that to me. "But I can't see the scythe on you, Lord Minami." Aphrodite's speech was disdainful, she looked at Minami and smiled again. "Don't tell me you couldn't pull the scythe out." "This girl is really annoying, I'll—"

Scarlett’s POV The first week with the Alphas was nothing short of hell. Every attempt I made to escape ended the same way: someone would catch me and drag me back to the house like a misbehaving pet. I had learned their names by now—the dark-haired one was Lucian, whose anger was quick and relentless; Clay, with the silver hair, was the least abusive, the only one who showed me any small kindness; and Maxwell, the dirty-blonde, watched me with a constant, simmering disdain. Of the three, only Clay had slipped me a blanket each night as I lay on the couch, even though Lucian and Maxwell made it clear they disapproved, grumbling that I deserved no comforts.